Silence

Silence...is what we ask for when the truth is unbearable.
When we don't want to know what we need to know, and we'd like to fall back on our "ignorance is bliss" pillow...

"Its a shame we don't talk anymore" is how he opens the conversation, leaving her stumped. How is she to tell him that the reason they lost touch is because his touch, lost its magic. She decides to remain silent, in hopes that her silence saves his feelings. He becomes inquisitive..."what happened to us?" Again, no reply. "Why aren't you talking? What's wrong?" he demands.

She'll try to gather the courage to tell him that nothing is wrong. That for once, everything is right. And that she wouldn't go back to the way it was for all the gold in the China. She'll try to be delicate and tender, to be thoughtful and sensitive. But she knows that once she begins to speak, there is no censorship. So she remains silent.

And he remains blind. One day he'll figure it out...
One day he'll realize that what he wants doesn't determine the lives of the people who surround him. And that when he decides to have his cake and eat it too, he decides in selfish ignorance and disregard for the feelings of others. One day he'll realize that he had a jewel, but hid it from the world, so it couldn't shine. One day he'll remember the day they met, and the look in her eyes that told him everything he needed to know before formal introductions. One day, he'll realize he lost one, and that day will be etched in his mind forever as the day he had an epiphany. That day he'll realize that it mattered...

That her silence spoke volumes...but by then...it will be too late...